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master p - shoot 'em up lyrics

[master p]
a 211 in progress
cause i’m the type of n-gg- that the police can’t arrest
i’m going crazy, kickin’ down doors
breakin’ in homes, and with my nine, i’m robbin’ f-ckin’ liquor stores
i’m droppin’ things on you punk -ss b-tches
from the streets and i keep ’em all listenin’
suckas tried to play the p in nine-one
i came with f-ckin’ rhymes like a shotgun
i’m breakin’ ’em like bouldas
a million plus fans and mother f-ckas i told ya
that the p would come through like a bullet
c-ck the mic like a gauge, grab the handle and then pull it
don’t give a f-ck about the radio n-gg-
gangsta lyrics that make my mother f-ckin’ partners bigger
i roll around town four n-gg-s deep
b-mpin’ sh-t like f-ck the police
see i can never f-ckin’ sell out
i was born in the ghetto, so the ghettos what i talk about
one wrong move in the game and your f-cked
and if i think your going do me, i’m gonna shoot your -ss up

shoot ’em up, shoot ’em up
shoot ’em up, shoot ’em up
shoot
shoot the mother f-ckas up

shoot ’em up, shoot ’em up
shoot ’em up, shoot ’em up
shoot
shoot the mothe f-ckas up

shoot ’em up, shoot ’em up
shoot ’em up, shoot ’em up
shoot the mother f-ckas
shoot the mother f-ckas up

[master p]
alot of labels try to play in nine-two
they didn’t really think the p would come through
and n-gg-s just dissin’
now i went big time, i got ’em all -ss kissin’
i roll in the benzo, sittin’ on lorenzos
now the same record company’s at my window
i guess they wanna talk, talk about what
heh, makin’ me a star
well you gotta pay me
cause to the underground alone i done sold h-lla tapes
thanks to my hookup, my concerts are booked up
the same companies mad they over-looked us
thick -ss contracts to get a n-gg- stuck
and then my lawyer say you ain’t legit, i gotta shoot you up

shoot ’em up, shoot ’em up
shoot ’em up, shoot ’em up
shoot
shoot them mother f-ckas up

shoot ’em up, shoot ’em up
shoot ’em up, shoot ’em up
shoot
shoot
shoot them mother f-ckas up

shoot ’em up, shoot ’em up
shoot ’em up, shoot ’em up
shoot the mother f-ckas
shoot the mother f-ckas up

[master p]
so i refuse to get paid like them other dummies
sellin’ h-lla tapes and ain’t makin’ no money
you see i gotta f-ck ’em up
i started my own company, that’s how a n-gg- f-ckin’ came up
lookin’ for district b-tches
but like my homie ski it ain’t nothin’ but prost-tution
so i refuse to get f-cked like a hoe
that’s why a n-gg- make sh-t for the god d-mn streets bro
now the underground i rule
success came fast but i done paid h-lla dues
alot of rappers try ????, like sayin’ they in jail, to make they tapes sell
or poppin’ that nasty sh-t
show some p-ssy on the cover, and talk about eatin’ a b-tch
but i can never just stunt
i make that hard-core sh-t that n-gg-s wanna pump
i’m puttin’ hits on n-gg-s in the rap game
i’m takin’ ’em out just like the f-ckin’ dope game
you run up on p pump your pressin’ your luck
i pack a nine cause i just might shoot a n-gg- up

shoot ’em up, shoot ’em up
shoot ’em up, shoot ’em up
shoot
shoot the mother f-ckas up

shoot ’em up, shoot ’em up
shoot ’em up, shoot ’em up
yo p, what
shoot them mother f-ckas up

[master p]
yeah n-gg-s you better break your mother f-ckin’ selves
you know what i’m sayin’
cause master p is comin’ straight gangsta hard-core
with this underground sh-t for the nine-two
you know what i’m sayin’, we shootin’ n-gg-s up this year
i got my partner calli g close to me
silkk, c-murder, fonzo, sonya c, ski, and cmt in the mother f-ckin’ house
with this laid-back -ss dope track
check this out, we straight killin’ mother f-ckas this year
so you can take it how you want to you know what i’m sayin’
you better run b-tch!

- master p lyrics

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